Summary

Sitting with his back to the polished wood bar, Bucky's not particularly in the mood for darts or pool. He’s been nursing the same beer for an hour and pretty much staring into space when he sees the outside door open, issuing forth none other than Steve Fucking Rogers, object of his desire, dressed down in worn jeans and an olive colored t-shirt that adheres to his massive pecs like the worst case of static cling Bucky has ever seen.

Summary

"Bucky." Steve wants to laugh, but then again, he doesn't at all. He wants to turn around in Bucky's arms and – "You the Soldier now or something?"

Bucky doesn't answer.

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The Winter Soldier is an ancient, bloodthirsty creature of legend. In 1945, Hydra perfects the serum that can turn a good man into an infamous harbinger of death. No one has ever crossed paths with one and lived, or so they say.